Sunday, November 25, 2012

MY Pennies!

Sometimes i have to run into a Convenience Store. I don't go often but sometimes i need to. They're expensive! Normally i don't pay no mind to the coin change, but in the last few years i do.... because if you look.... you could notice they don't give you the exact change. Sometimes i notice a penny or two short. Just a few weeks ago i was handed my change. Two pennies short. The guy sees me looking in my hand. "Do you want the pennies?" he asks. I laugh a little and say "Yeah, i put them in my granddaughters piggy bank"...and in my head i finish my statement "asshole"

This happens in random Convenience Stores and not all the time but... damn, those are my pennies and they add up and i DO put them in my granddaughters little piggy bank that eventually get deposited into her savings.
                                                 
At work, at the Coffee Shop. There's a small tip jar by the cash register. I have coins in there. And there are pennies in there. Sometimes a take-out customer will put their hands in there to get a penny or two. I tell them " I can take that 23 cents out of that quarter" that they have in their hand. They don't want to break that quarter. They want to use their two dimes and my three pennies. Why does everyone want my pennies!?

I'm baaaack.....

Oh my GOODNESS! It's been a year since i last blogged. I have been so busy, and time goes so fast. I've thought of my Blog everyday, lol.... i have so much to say.

Everything is pretty much the same. I still work at the same Coffee Shop and (some) those unnerving local regulars are still trying to drive me to the nut house.

You know, i started this Blog to ease out my frustrations and everything i post is .... the truth. I do not exaggerate or stretch the truth. I want to educate others on.... narcissism... in the work place, i suppose.

So..... believe me when i tell you about this fruit loop that comes in everyday and what he said.... to me.

Okay.... so we raised our prices several months ago, just a little bit. And of course all the regulars threw a big ass fit and some threatened not to come in anymore. Yeah right, yeah right, yeah friggin right. So one day, several months ago, it was just me and one of the regulars.... and he's talking about the raised prices. He tells me.... and listen to this.... no lie... he says... "I don't think... i should have to pay.... (pauses and cuts off).... i've been coming in for close to thirty years... i spend a lot of money.... ($2 to $4 each day) and i'm... (cuts off). The others i can see, but not me. " Blubbers and stutters some other shit.  This guy is a pain in the ass everyday for two hours. This guy has more money than most of us. I am so nervous when he is there. When i see him coming up the walkway, i look up with tears almost in my eyes and pray, Father, please.

But that moment blew my mind. I remember all i could say is "Well..." And that's it.  I'm working and i'm not allowed, of course, to say what i want to say in fear of maybe getting fired but damn i wanted to say "You can't be serious" These narcissists blow my mind.